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If hell froze over at this very moment, Lucifer fully believed everyone in the hotel would cry tears of joy. It was hot. Disgustingly so. He himself was draped over the couch in the main lounge, vest and shirt undone. Husk was practically melted over the bar. Nifty was rubbing her face on the semi-cool tile of the entryway. Charlie and Vaggie were nowhere to be seen, and neither was Angel. The only one working was Alastor, wrestling with a heavy air conditioning unit.
Lucifer’s eyes drifted lazily over the overlord’s body. Alastor was stripped of his heavy coat, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows. His shoulders strained as he hefted the unit in his arms and toddled towards the front window. His short, fluffy little tail was held high. He must be proud of himself.
A sly smirk crawled across Lucifer’s face. He slithered his way off the couch, landing on all fours before popping up and sauntering over to Alastor. The overlord was slamming the window down on the unit to hold it in place. His tail flicked, and he licked his lips. He could smell Alastor’s sweat from here. It was almost delicious. He leaned close and purred in his ear, subtly placing his hand in the other’s back pocket. “That looks heavy, my friend. Care for some help?”
Alastor jolted under Lucifer’s hand, and jerked away. His eyes narrowed, but his smile firmly stayed, though it was flat and unamused. “Ha. Ha. I am fully capable on my own. Your Highness.” With that, Alastor turned and stalked away, shoulders hunched. His tail was still perked and fluffed though. Lucifer smiled, predatory. Oh, he could work with this.
Lucifer followed Alastor to the next unit. The radio demon was pulling it from its crate. He made an appreciative noise as the other crouched down, staring openly at his ass. “My, my…”
Slowly, Alastor turned his head. “Can I help you?”
“Oh, you could help me alright.” Lucifer looked Alastor up and down, eyes conveying a filthy intent. It was obviously flustering Alastor. He hid it well, but Lucifer knew. He could see it in the upturned nose, in the huffy attitude, in the slight backwards tilt of those fluffy ears. He loved it.
Alastor moved and hefted the air conditioning unit up, seemingly brushing the comment off. He walked toward the window on the other side of the entryway. The entire way, Lucifer followed, hands clasped behind himself oh-so-politely. As he set the unit down, the king whistled softly, appreciatively. “The way you move is delicious. I could do this all day.” He laughed at the radio demon’s grunt of annoyance.
The next unit seemed to be upstairs. Lucifer followed, just as he had been. “I have to say, you’re a nice workhorse, pal.” He followed still, eyes half-closed and focused on the demon in front of him. He loved the little annoyed twitching his ears did at the word ‘pal.’ “Your body’s perfect for it. I made an excellent choice today.”
“Did you?” Alastor’s voice sounded genuinely curious, if a little sinister with that scratchy filter over it. Just as Lucifer went to answer, the radio demon’s hand lashed out, catching the side of his head and attempting to force him downwards. He went down, eyes wide. He hadn’t expected that. His knees hit the floor. His face… His face fell directly against Alastor’s groin, guided and held there by the demon’s hand.
Alastor’s voice hissed above him. “If you want to harass me while I work, perhaps you can reward me. How about that, Your Majesty?”
Lucifer found himself back in Heaven after all. He let his tongue loll out of his mouth, long and dextrous, with an affirmative hum. The smell he huffed in was divine. Thick, and musky, and made all the sweeter by the heat. With a twist of his head, he dragged his tongue from behind Alastor’s balls, all the way up his front. The fabric of his pants tasted odd, and felt strange against his tongue, but he simply couldn’t help himself. The demon smelled too good to be helped.
Suddenly desperate for more of that delightful scent, Lucifer leveraged his angelic strength against Alastor, pushing him up against the nearest wall, burying his face in the heady scent of sex and sweat. Then, he grinned up at him. “I’m gonna suck you dry, big boy,” he said, licking his lips like a predator.
Alastor grinned right back, though his eyebrows twitched with annoyance. “Be quick. I do not want to be caught here with you.”
As he unzipped the radio demon’s slacks, Lucifer quipped back up at him. “Oh? You’d be willing to get caught with someone else?” He did nothing but laugh as his face was shoved back down in response.
It was easy enough for Lucifer to pull Alastor’s cock from his slacks. He was already half hard from the licking he’d done through the fabric of the dastardly piece of clothing. His focus wasn’t on the radio demon’s length though. He wanted to taste sweat. His long tongue darted into the other’s pants, and oh, Alastor didn’t seem to be wearing underwear. Nice. He lapped at the demon’s balls, tasting the sweet, salty sweat that gathered there. He was drowning in the thick scent of it. If he could stay there all day, he would. How terrible that the demon above him was already pulling impatiently at his hair.
Oh well. Lucifer could always find him again later. Now though… He sighed, dramatically. Took Alastor’s cock in hand again. And pressed a little kiss to the head. Without any other warning, he took the entire length into his mouth, humming as it entered his throat. A certain satisfaction curled in his belly at the strangled gasp from above him. It was so nice to catch the normally collected sinner off-guard.
Lucifer gave no mercy as he began to bob his head along the demon’s length. His hand slithered into Alastor’s pants, fondling him with delicate fingers. He would have grinned if he could, hearing the slap of Alastor’s hand over his mouth. He loved unraveling the snooty bastard. It was such a fun game. His pace was relentless. The sinner had said to be quick. With his free hand, Lucifer pinned Alastor’s hips to the wall. The little thrusts he had attempted were not going to be tolerated. This was the King’s show.
Alastor was easy, honestly. At least, he was for Lucifer. Barely even five minutes in, and the radio demon was gripping at his hair and panting. “Close–” he stuttered out. Lucifer could thank God for such a sound. He continued his pace. It was a challenge to him, now, to get the demon to cum.
For all their bickering and snipping, they’d done this so many times before. Lucifer knew just what to listen for to prepare himself. A curse that normally never leaves the other’s lips, a whine, a sharp intake of breath. He brought his mouth down as far as he could, just as Alastor finished. He could feel the warm cum dribble down the back of his throat. After a moment, he pulled away, relishing in the lingering taste of sweat and seed on his tongue. They both sat there, panting, for a few moments more.
Lucifer rose from the floor, wiping off his mouth. With those delicate fingers, he tucks Alastor’s softening cock back into his pants. He zips him up. Then pats his crotch, almost lovingly. “That might be a record for us!”
Alastor just leans against the wall, chest heaving as he tries to calm himself. His cheeks are flushed, red and warm. His hair’s slightly messy from where he’d run his hands through it. A proper debauched mess, if Lucifer had any say. The King grinned. Cheerful. He leaned in to whisper. “I’ll find you again later. Before you shower.” And with that, he turned and sauntered off without another word, leaving Alastor to collect himself.